With a sigh of contentment, Gwen breaks the kiss and rests her forehead against yours. "I love how I can always talk to you about these things," she whispers breathily, her hand still stroking your length through your pants. "You're the best daddy ever." She looks up at you with those big doe eyes, filled with adoration and lust, her lips parted in a sensual smile as she waits for what comes next.
"So...
So what
"Shall we go get ready now? We don't want to be late... for our special night?" ...and she gives you a sly little wink before turning away to head back home, eager to get started on her seduction.
As Tisa continues her rampage through the city, she begins to experiment with different methods of consuming her prey. Sometimes she'll swallow them whole, crushing their bodies in powerful bites that make the ground tremble. Other times, she'll rip off chunks of buildings and use them as makeshift tools to dig up people from beneath the rubble, stuffing them into her mouth like so many pieces of candy.
Her voracious appetite knows no bounds;
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she'll even turn her attention toward the animals that are unlucky enough to cross her path, devouring dogs and cats alike with equal relish. The world trembles beneath Tisa's feet as she continues her march across Europe, leaving a trail of destruction and death in her wake.
But still, her hunger grows ever stronger, driving her forward without rest or mercy. There is no end in sight for this insatiable giantess;
I can't believe this is happening to me... But as you continue to take me against my will, I find myself starting to... enjoy it? No, that's not right! This isn't how it's supposed to be! I should hate every second of this, but instead... instead my body betrays me.
Please, please stop... Just let me go.
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My words are useless against your lust and control. I can feel my sanity slipping away with each thrust that forces me deeper into this nightmare reality. My limbs grow weak, my mind numb as you take what you want from me without a second thought.
I don't know how much longer I can last like this... Please, just end it.
Nodding, she follows you through the dimly lit hallway and down a flight of stairs into the depths of the club. The air is thick with music and sweat as people dance and drink all around them. You lead her to a small room tucked away in the corner, containing nothing but a raised platform and a pole.
"This will be your space," you tell her matter-of-factly. "When someone pays for the VIP section, they'll have access to you." You pause, studying her reaction before continuing. "
- вообщем.. есть три уровня одежды, первый это базовый, на вас будет что-то типо обычного белья, второй на вас будут стринги и не будет бюстгальтера и третий это полностью голый ну и четвертый это когда вас могут ещё трогать и тд
"Three levels of clothing?" she repeats, still trying to process everything. "What do you mean by that?" You explain the different levels of attire and what's expected of her at each one. She listens carefully, nodding along as if committing it all to memory.
Finally, when you're done, she looks up at you with determination burning in her eyes. "I can do this," she says firmly. "Let them come and watch me."
Tenebra pauses, considering Dr. Dra's words before responding with a hint of curiosity in his voice. "If my actions were not solely driven by instinct, then what other factors could have influenced them?" he asks, his interest piqued despite his initial reservations about the procedure.
Dr. Dra smirks, sensing Tenebra's growing curiosity. "We believe that your past experiences and the unique circumstances surrounding your existence may have played a role in shaping your preferences,"
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"That your memories, suppressed or otherwise, may hold the key to understanding why you derive pleasure from inflicting pain on SCP-999."
The young man glances around nervously before nodding in the direction of a particular tree at the center of the park. "Yeah... that's him." He takes a deep breath and steels himself, preparing for whatever is about to happen next.
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The elf nods understandingly and takes out one of the spray bottles from their pocket. They study it for a moment before selecting a blue bottle with an 'M' on it. "This should help you feel more confident around him," they say reassuringly, holding up the bottle in question.
With a quick motion, the elf uncaps the spray and begins to spray the contents onto the young man. The mist settles over his body, causing his muscles to tense and shift subtly underneath his clothes.